Flashback Too Good to be True (Lisana)

[Ripp]

1st of Summer 508AV


Rip looked disheveled enough most of the time because no one ever bothered to tell him he needed to brush his hair or go out looking presentable. But lately his foster parents kids had been giving him hell, and his knees and elbows were constantly scabbed over due to the amount of times he’d been pushed to the floor. One trailed behind him now because they had been told to go to the makets and pick up some food for dinner. He was a mean spirited boy at least three years older than him with messy dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. “Hey ratboy!” called his foster-brother, named Denis. Ripp found it difficult to look up at him when syna’s rays were in his eyes, and he knew that, but he grabbed his face anyway, forcing it upwards “Look at me when I’m speaking to yer.” He was speaking in fratava because, again, he knew that was Ripp’s second language and it would be harder for him to stick up for himself.

He slapped Denis’s hand away from his face, and looked away from the sun again “Petcher.” He muttered in common tongue. Denis had his hands on Ripps face again, forcing it up to the sun “Say that again Ratboy, ‘en look me in the eye” They’d barely left Lhavit’s residential area’s and already Ripp was wishing he’d run away forcing Denis to go shop alone. It seemed worth the lecture he’d be getting later. Ripp usually tried his best to control his anger. He’d been in enough fights back home to know he could probably beat this kid, but he also know that if Denis was harmed, or any of his family was harmed, they could easily get him kicked out into the unforgiving to starve before he reached the next city.

So what he said next was neither wise not typical of him. Maybe he was having an extra bad day, either way, it slipped out. “I smell your awful fish-breath, Petcher, get your hands off me.” He said in fratava pushing him lightly but firmly away from him and speeding up his walking. Sometimes he wished he could fly. It would be so much easier to leave people like Denis in the dust. But his legs were longer that Ripps, and he could easily keep pace.

Denis came up behind him and he knew what was coming and so braced himself. The boy pushed him into a pile of fast melting snow. Ripp tried to get up again but this time was different. He felt a hand on the back of his head holding it in the snow. He found it hard to get a breath of air, and every time he tried he almost choked. “How do yer like that vermin! Do yer think you can speak to me like that? You should be thankful for us letting you into our home! But no one wants you, do you think they’d care if you died here?”

Ripp held out as long as he could but he could feel his instincts taking over him. He grabbed Denis’s hand, sinking his nails in till his grip loosened. Ripp held on and bent the teen’s wrist backwards. He yelled out and let go completely stumbling back holding his wrist. “You-“ He never got to finish his sentence. Ripp jumped on top of him, and he truly looked feral, baring his teeth like an animal. He didn’t speak, he just growled and snapped his teeth as Denis tried to push him off. “Hey!” An adult Lhavitarian yelled at him. It wasn’t a Shinya (Thank the gods), but it still spooked him enough that he got up immediately and quickly ran away. He was going to get so much shyke when he went home. Denis was a complete grass, he always had been, he wouldn’t omit anything, in fact he’d probably make it all that more dramatic than it was. If Ripp was ever considered a danger, it was the end for him. He didn’t cry but he sure wanted to.

He finally stopped when he’d reached the misty peaks. He started along the trail of waterfalls, shivering noticeably from his dunk in the melting snow. He walked till he reached the first waterfall and his adrenilin had well and truly worn out. Passers by still saw him here but they were not frequent, and he was used to being stared at anyway. At least he was in shadow here, but that didn’t help how freezing cold he was. The only way to get warm was to go home, but he couldn’t face that yet. He didn’t want to be around people. He sat, rubbing his hands together. Everyone saw him shiver, but no one stopped. He wondered how long he was going to last here. Ripp hadn’t exactly done much except sulk and he had no ambitions. He knew that had to change but at the moment all he wanted to do was sit and feel sorry for himself.

[Lisana]

Lisana left her home with a skip in her step. It was the first time in a while that the girl had been able to tear her attention away from caring for her sister, four-year-old Saira. This was one of the few days when her family actually had some extra Mizas to spend. They weren't necessarily poor, but cautious when it came to spending.

The girl's mind trailed off, as she considered what she could buy with the previously mentioned Mizas. A pretty dress would've been nice, but the teen wanted to buy something for Saira.

The girl was yanked out of her thoughts by aggressive statements between two boys. A fight seemed to be brewing between them. The seemingly older one, with dirty-blonde hair and a mean spark in his eye, seemed to be flinging insults at the younger boy. The latter seemed to be roughly Lisana's age, and he was skinny, and a bit shorter than the girl. He came across as almost feminine, and his back had strange, protruding stumps at awkward angles, where his shoulder blades would usually be. They reminded the redheaded girl of Zith, and it took a moment before Liz realized he was half-zith.

The stranger races had always fascinated Lisana, and she often did plenty of reading about them. The Zith were one example of this, and the stranger vaguely resembled one.

A word was flung from the half-zith's mouth that Liz recognized, and the girl knew a fight was brewing. She stood , hiding, prepared to intervene if need be.

More words were flung in some foreign language, but it was obvious fists were about to fly. The half-ziti grew more and more angered, grabbing the other boy's wrist in his hand. Claws were dug into the wrist, and no blood was drawn, but the older boy screamed out in pain. The Zith then attacked him, inflicting pain upon the older boy before backing up at the bark of an adult.

The Half-Zith fled, and Lisana had an urge to follow. Shopping could wait. She kept a safe distance behind the man, pulling her hood over her head so as to go unnoticed. It wouldn't have much effect in the case of the stranger turning around, but it was a bit of a comfort.

It was a few minutes before the stranger stopped, making Lisana almost run into him. Luckily, she stopped just in time behind a corner. He then began to walk, and Lisana continued to follow. He seemed cold, which Liz didn't blame him, after the snow had soaked through his clothes. Another few minutes passed, before the girl finally approached him, tapping the half-zith on the shoulder.

"Hey, um... I saw what happened back there, and wanted to make sure you were okay." The girl didn't even think how creepy it would be to seem like she was following him, but instead kept talking. "My name's Lisana, by the way." She saw the way he shivered, and gave him a suggestion. "You seem cold, do you want to borrow my cloak?"